One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
~Emily Dickinson, “Time and Eternity” (first stanza of Ghosts)
I’d never seen that poem before today, but that first stanza so succinctly describes where my head has been the past couple of days, I had to put it here for future reference.
Memories can be dangerous things, especially when they’re forced out by dreams, barely remembered by morning, but powerful enough to sour an entire day. Some things there’s no making peace with I guess.